In the small local bar that Sophia had recommended that they go to celebrate their victory over the case, whilst they were drinking, their table was unusually quiet. Normally, Andrea and Sophia would be busy bickering over the littlest things, but now, nobody could say a word.
It was nothing like a celebration but rather a mourning. They were all thinking about the bad news that was just delivered to them. Who could blame them, an enemy who vowed to get them to bow at his feet whilst he destroyed their lives, had just escaped from prison.
Though it was not a celebratory drink anymore, it was an eventful one.
"I wonder if this is a celebratory drink or a goodbye one" Sophia broke the silence. She could not bear the anxiety anymore. Ricardo was really a figure that one should fear, even Andrea had not said anything in a while.
Sophia was wrong though, what Andrea and Bree was feeling, unlike herself, was nothing like fear, nor was it even close.
